The End Of The World

Vanessa POV

Crap that hurt I said in my head after tripping over one of the chairs in the middle school. The smell on my jacket was starting to get worse but that was good. I kept moving forward to each classroom just to check for any survivors. I did find a empty journal and a few mechanical pencils for those days I could just draw. Where is that nurses office, this school seemed weird in a way everything was in different places. There it is my hopes started to go up and I started to get excited. I go up to the door in a quick way and finally open the door. The door had an ominous creak about it that I didn't like. I pushed hard to open the door it felt like something was blocking it. I pushed it then climbed in before it shut on me. I look at the door and see chairs and a few desk against it, well I guess that's good news I don't have to worry about anything coming in. I look forward and see a man sitting looking at me HE ISN'T DEAD I thought. I started to walk towards him "Excuse me are you alright"I ask. He looks up at me and nods. He looked like he got injured. "What is that injury" I whisper. He doesn't reply I repeat the question and all of a sudden he jumps up an grabs my neck. HE'S TRYING TO CHOKE ME I screamed in my head. "Let...Go....Of..me...You idiot." I gasped. I tried moving to get from out of his grasp. I start to try and reach for my knife but he squeezes harder on my neck. I start gasping for air and trying to grab him. I started to feel light headed and I felt weak, my limbs didn't feel like moving anymore. I make eye contact and look into his eyes. I've seen that look before his eyes are dead, like no life is in them anymore. He doesn't care what he had to do in order to get out of this hell. My legs started to go down and stop moving "Am I going to die like this to some man who attacked me" I said in my mind. Am I really going to die knowing that dad has no idea what happened to me unless he finds me walking around dead. Am I really going to leave knowing that the rest of my family were the ones that helped us get away from the dead and I am dying now. I then remember a man grabbing me and taking me to someplace and doing things to me when I was in the 8th grade. My eyes started to close "NO LET GO OF ME!" I scream and it felt like a new energy pulsed through my veins. I grab my knife and stabbed his side. He dropped me and he fell I landed on the ground with a hard thud knocking the rest of my breath out. He laid on the ground in pain trying to grab his gun. I jump up and go running toward him as I started I cracked the ground from jumping off so hard. I go from behind him then he moves and I nail him in the back. Crap he moved I said to myself I grab the knife then get him in head. He falls to the ground instantly and his hand was on top of the gun. "If I was a second late I could've been dead" I whispered. I then heard growling at the door I need to hurry I start looking and grabbing any supplies that were good. I checked the man and found a pistol and a few rounds. "BANG" I freeze in my tracks that was a gunshot.